Chapter 1

I had wanted to see the future. How the human races had finally achieved peace, lived long and prospered, and all that, and to see some of the cool and benevolent aliens that helped create that utopia. That's not what I found when I finally got there, to the future that is.

What I found was the human race at war and basically on the endangered species list, and the aliens they were fighting were neither cool nor kind at all, the aliens were actually really ugly. The aliens were called the Razory, green bipedal things with more claws and teeth than they knew how to deal with.

The Razory also referred to their empire that had enslaved many worlds and races to their will. We, the humans, were next on that list, and those that were captured were "re- doctrinated" and used to fight their former friends and family on earth.

I had landed in the future San Francisco without much fuss but stupidly ignored the warning signs and got sucked up onto and alien ship that looked to be the Razory from what I had gathered so far.

That is where my story begins in the bols fo and elgant ship in an not so elegant makeshift cargo, captured with some other humans and what I like to call elves and dwarfs, since that's what they looked like to me, on our way to the mother ship that was the source of this foe and my doom, and that was going to be taking me farther and farther away from my time machine.

I looked around the cargo hold of the Razory ship and tried to see if I could find out what was going to happen to me, since I only got a general overview from my AI computer friend Fred when I was captured, and he was confiscated along with all my other stuff and tagged on the ear like some type of cattle.

My eyes stopped on a stoic elf girl near me in the corner. She was actually one of the few elves, and she had the classical long ears and beautiful figure that comes to mind when talking of elves, but she also seemed to have a slit on her forehead that I could swear was likely a closed third eye. She seemed like the best one to talk to, so I approached her and in the halting basic language of this time, it was relatively close to English so it wasn't that big of a problem, I said "Greetings."

The beauty replied "Greetings, what do you seek, mortal?"

"Well, my name is John, and I was hoping for some answers, 'cause right now I'm really confused" I replied

"I am Gilma Jaquearo* or Jill to humans. Answers will gain you nothing, as we are to die spiritually while our bodies remain to bring about hell." she said sadly.

"Ummm ... well, that's kind of morbid, but well, what exactly are they going to do to us?"

"You they are going to do a number of things to. Humans have a lot of potential, and thus are snatched up for the most part, instead of killed. First they are going to get rid of what makes you ... well you, you'll have your memories but be emotionally detached from them, so that the horrors you bring in the name of the Razoy will be so much more when you tell a brother or sister you know them, then end them...

"Anyways, after that, they will enhance you, your mind will be made to think faster, and may even become powerful enough to affect our reality, telekinesis and the like, by just imposing your will on it.

"Then your body will be changed to be more efficient, and all the functions optimized further with biomechanical grafts to make you the perfect servant for them."

"For me, though, my vast knowledge will be used to further the Razory's goals, but fortunately or unfortunately I will keep my personality, just enslaved by the collar you see on my neck."

I looked down, and wish I hadn't, because looking down and this close, she was no longer out of focus to me without my glasses. I saw the collar now, it was an ugly black thing around her delicate neck, but the rest of her took my breath away. I didn't think that was just a figure of speech, but 'wow', she was perfect. Her curves led to all the right places, and her slim waist and greatly toned body was amazing.

I stared for a while, I guess, because she said "Yes, it's black and saps my strength, but it's not that bad is it?"

I struggled to tear my gaze from drinking in her body and look into her eyes. 'Come on, man, she is just your fantasy girl, doesn't mean you can't hold a conversation' I thought.

"yes its ugly but, you're not." I blurted out.

Jill just stared at me for a second, then raising her slim eye brow said "You're not from around here, are you, most humans hate us. We brought peace to your race, but because of that you all were ill equipped to battle the Razory. That lead ultimately to this your home world, that we're leaving the orbit of, is the last planet even partially in your race's control. Most blame us for that."

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